We’re falling all over a 2012 piece in Harper’s by Hilton Als—a human we love and respect for being the boss of all things writerly at the junction of race, gender, and sexuality (but also for a 1997 Missy Elliott profile in The New Yorker, which everyone should read too). This here is a paean to the one, the only, Prince Rogers Nelson.
With his back to me still, he drifted over to the food table, as if in search of something he wasn’t sure he had asked for. And not finding it there, had no choice but to sit down. He positioned himself on one of the leather chairs to the left of the sofa, his posture a caricature of weariness. I was immediately transfixed by his slight frame; his straightened hair, cut relatively short, but curled, added an additional one or two inches. (Prince stands 5'4″ tall.) There was more silence, and as it unfolded, I took in his face, which had the exact shape, and large eyes, of a beautiful turtle.